The Billionaire Alpha's Abandoned Omega Mate

Kieran Estes wakes up in the body of the academy's most pathetic F-rank-an abandoned heir, a coward, a corpse in a medical pod. Everyone expects him to grovel. They have no idea a supreme mystic from a higher dimension now wears that broken shell. When Gage Norton storms in to threaten him, Kieran doesn't flinch. He rips the IV needle from his own vein, smears blood across Gage's cheek, and smiles like he's watching a mildly amusing insect. When Cristofer puts on his innocent little act, Kieran doesn't argue. He dangles one lie, watches the fake angel panic and expose himself, then walks away while the whole corridor is too terrified to whisper. He isn't angry. He isn't hurt. He is bored. To Kieran, these noble heirs, elite cadets, and academy bullies are nothing but noisy children playing with toys they don't understand. He has no interest in begging for mercy, chasing approval, or playing the pathetic role they wrote for him. He resigns from being the Norton family's punching bag. He refuses to kneel. He sets his own terms-and dares anyone to test him. He doesn't need to raise his voice. He doesn't need to prove himself. One calm smile, one drop of blood, one exposed lie-and the predators of the academy finally realize the truth: The weakest F-rank is no longer prey. He is the most dangerous thing in the room.

I was the despised stepdaughter of the Rush family, treated like dirt under my stepmother's designer heels while secretly investigating my biological mother's suspicious death. One day, my stepmother slapped a marriage contract on my worn desk. I was to be sacrificed in my stepsister's place to marry Damien Kemp, a notoriously violent, wheelchair-bound heir who wasn't expected to live past thirty. "If you dare to resist, I'll leak the scandals about your dead mother to every media outlet." My stepsister filmed my misery for her followers, laughing as they threw a thrift-store reject at me to use as a wedding dress. They forced me to endure humiliating etiquette lessons just to mock my clumsiness, and even picked my bedroom lock to steal a precious herbal skin formula I had mixed, hoping to use it to shine at an upcoming high-society gala. In their eyes, I was just a pathetic, helpless puppet, destined to be buried alongside a dying invalid so they could secure a massive corporate investment. What they didn't know was that the formula they greedily stole was a carefully crafted trap that would soon destroy my stepsister's face. And when I finally met my "dying" billionaire husband, I didn't cower. Instead, I looked at his supposedly paralyzed legs, diagnosed the exact rare neurotoxin destroying his body, and offered him a thirty-million-dollar deal to tear all our enemies down.

I was the Luna of the pack, but my mate, Alpha Hardin, chose to believe the venomous lies of my supposed best friend, Estella. She framed me with hidden wolfsbane and a fabricated miscarriage, playing the perfect victim. Without a second thought, Hardin looked at me with eyes of frozen steel and publicly rejected me as his mate. "I, Hardin Preston, reject you, Elara Gardner, as my mate." Stripped of my title and dignity, I was left to rot in a freezing, threadbare hovel. My inner wolf went silent, and I coughed up blood alone, clutching a small wooden wolf carved for the baby I would never get to hold. When the guards finally found my cold, lifeless body, Estella shed fake tears, putting on a magnificent performance of grief to win the pack's heart and seal my coffin with her fabricated generosity. I gave him my entire soul, yet he couldn't see through her toxic facade, leaving me to die with nothing but the agonizing snap of our severed bond. But the Moon Goddess didn't let my story end there. When I opened my eyes again, it was a full year later, and I was in the body of Kaitlin Padilla, a frail, wolfless noble girl. Looking at my new reflection, a cold resolve extinguished the last embers of my grief. And when a royal messenger arrived, forcing me to attend Alpha Hardin's new mate selection, my lips curled into a chilling smile. I am coming for you both, and I will take back everything you stole from me.

I was the hidden architect behind the Moretti mafia family's billion-dollar empire. My capo fiancé, Gianni, used to bring me coffee and murmur grand promises of protection. But at two in the morning, he sent a blunt text demanding my master decryption keys. Attached was a photo of his new fiancée, the Underboss's niece, wearing a massive blood diamond bought with my hard work. He had coldly dumped me, claiming my independence was a defect for a mafia wife. Now, he was presenting my flawless smuggling blueprint to the Commission, listing himself as the mastermind and his new prize as the architect. My name was completely scrubbed from the records. He actually expected me to quietly hand over the core security codes so he wouldn't look like a fool in front of the bosses. He treated me like a disposable tool, meant to bleed for a syndicate that stole my genius to enrich a parasite. "Port logistics keys. Now. Francesca is having a fit and I have to deal with it." I stared at his arrogant message, a creeping chill of absolute rage washing over me. He really thought I would just obediently submit and watch him build his kingdom on my back. I looked at the chat window where my habitual "Yes, Capo" was already typed. I deleted it. Instead, I snapped my burner phone in half, packed my original files, and took my master blueprint straight to the most feared Don in the underworld.

I was attacked by Rogues on border patrol and severely poisoned by silver rain. I dragged my burning body back to the packhouse, expecting my boyfriend of five years, the future Alpha, to save me. Instead, Jason just complained that I was tracking mud on his expensive leather shoes. He went straight to the medicine cabinet and took all three of our remaining magical healing potions. I begged him to leave just one vial for me, as the silver poison was literally boiling my blood. "Stop behaving like a fragile Omega," he snapped. Then, he left to give all the life-saving potions to his Beta secretary, Chloe. Her life-threatening emergency? She had caught a slight chill from walking to her car in the rain. As I lay dying on the living room rug, I heard him mind-link her, promising to buy her a limited-edition sports car to comfort her. The five years of love and loyalty I had given him instantly turned to dust. He assumed I would just swallow the humiliation, thinking I was throwing a childish tantrum to get his attention. But as my ancient White Wolf bloodline miraculously awakened to heal my ruined body, my heart went completely cold. I didn't cry or beg him to look at me again. I packed my bags, officially severed my bond with his pack, and walked right into the arms of my true Fated Mate.

For six years, I was the secret Omega mate of Jackson, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. He kept me hidden in the slums, terrified my low status would ruin his flawless reputation. During the full moon festival, I fell into a Rogue's brutal trap. Instead of saving me, my Fated Mate hesitated at the edge of the ravine, turned his back, and walked away to flirt with a high-ranking Beta female. Because of his choice, I lay screaming in the cold mud, and our unborn pup died before it ever truly lived. When I woke up in the hospital, he didn't apologize. "Everyone was watching. I cannot risk my standing by diving into a ditch for a clumsy Omega." He gladly accepted my mate rejection, mocking that I would never survive in this world without him. A month later, after digging through my medical records, he finally discovered I had been pregnant. He cornered me on the street, demanding I return to the pack to protect his royal heir. I slapped the fetal demise consent form against his chest, watching his arrogant certainty shatter into pieces. He murdered his own child for his vanity, yet he still believed he could command me to come back. But I was no longer the pathetic Omega he had discarded. My hidden royal White Wolf blood had awakened, and Dominic, the most powerful Alpha in North America, had just claimed me as his Second Chance Mate. This time, I would watch Jackson rot in the dirt.